Laziness is the source of all evil. Seriously.
Calcutta winters are really comfortable. As a soothing 16°C, a jacket is suffice to avoid catching the cold. Less winter wear reciprocates to more travelling ease ! I know, stupid logic. Well, clothes or no clothes, home is always the desired destination. Home is literally where the heart is, and I miss home. Not really, but at least the cool/weird/awkward people (dogs and carts included).
My hometown, Calcutta isn't far from weirdness. I woke up and heard a bridge had collapsed on a large number of folks. Its really sad, and this isn't the first time its happened. And the most ironical part is, we as Calcuttans pride our city with bridges, the magestic Howrah Bridge, the Vidyasagar Setu and the newer Nivedita Setu, the first being a monument of British engineering. And fucking flyovers fall out of skies. Sigh, the poor souls who got hurt, my wishes are with them.
Still, infrastructure back home isn't that shitty, its okay by Indian standards.
Home for me would be "Home is where the Pants aren't". Skipping classes to visit may seem illogical and blatantly stupid, but its where we all start, its our ultimate haven, our pit-stop, our first destinational love. A bustling, jostling city, with ironies and paradoxes hidden among the people and the animals who reside there. A city worth visiting, a city of souls worth living.
Calcutta winters are really comfortable. As a soothing 16°C, a jacket is suffice to avoid catching the cold. Less winter wear reciprocates to more travelling ease ! I know, stupid logic. Well, clothes or no clothes, home is always the desired destination. Home is literally where the heart is, and I miss home. Not really, but at least the cool/weird/awkward people (dogs and carts included).
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| so many vehicles going whroom |
Still, infrastructure back home isn't that shitty, its okay by Indian standards.
Home for me would be "Home is where the Pants aren't". Skipping classes to visit may seem illogical and blatantly stupid, but its where we all start, its our ultimate haven, our pit-stop, our first destinational love. A bustling, jostling city, with ironies and paradoxes hidden among the people and the animals who reside there. A city worth visiting, a city of souls worth living.
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